I am arrested and detained in a body
Made of blood and flesh
Misguiding towards worldly things
Forgetting that nothing is permanent
I serve a sentence of life
For offence said to be committed by me
I was a child playing with dolls
Then, I turned to be a young man
Looking for girls
Married, having children
Children having their own children
Yet, I am still in detention.
I am tired of my life
Everything has become nothing
And I am nothing with everything.
From my detention, on release
I wish as if I were a gentle breeze
Dancing with flowers and leaves
Not to be born again to see unholy men in holy order
And men in power, pretending to be patriotic
Slaying others
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